http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bruglesco The original writings of author Bruglesco en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776672344 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    I was walking through the old coalravine as it was experiencing Fall-Deathand I heardthe babbling blue babystreamlet and I was at peacewith the ashy white snowfall. I saw a woman lyingfetal and dirty and nakedon the trail upahead and I was in pieces.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bruglesco/219210/ sometimes I really want to kick a puppy.am I the only one? Yeah?I meant to say lick.I want to lick a puppy and see if it tastes like cherries.I would never destroy something so innocent.so vulnerable and beautiful. Never!I never wanted to throw a cat as high as Icould to see if it land.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bruglesco/218903/    the beauty of the Robinsas they fly en masseto the dumpster in the fastfood parking lot,and drink from the stagnantpools of melted snowsullied by the filth from ourtires as we queue, not like sheepor lemmings, but any animalis no more fragile,no more fleet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bruglesco/218683/